A/N: guys…this is my first Monk story. Hope you enjoy it!
Part 1:
"Stephan dear?" called 8 month pregnant, Kathy.
"Yes:" Her husband replied.
"Thank you for dinner."
Beside Kathy, her 13-year-old son, Conner rolled his eyes at the cheesy conversation happening between his mother and his stepfather. Kathy nudged her son in his ribs.
"Ouch! Yes, Stephan. Thanks for dinner." Conner said quickly, rubbing his ribs.
"Your welcome, Conner. You too, dear."
Another eye rolling session from the boy.
"Will anyone be having any desert tonight?" Their waitress asked hopefully. Conner automatically sat up straight.
"Yes ma'am. I will have…uh…" Stephan began, looking at the menu. "Chocolate fudge brownie."
"I will have a cherry cheesecake slice, please," seconded Kathy. "Conner?"
"I'm working on it Mom. I'll have a chocolate ice-cream sundae. No cherry. Thanks." Conner finished.
"Okay, that will be right up."
"Thanks." All three of them chorused. Stephan and Kathy started to laugh at the coincidence, while Conner stayed out of it and daydreamed. He wanted to go home, and go to bed.
Suddenly, from what seemed like the millionth time in 12 years, they saw a flash of light. It was getting to the point where they just ignored it because they were so used to it. They all just claimed they were all going crazy together. They never even tried to figure out what the flash was. They really didn't even care.
Still, they looked around hopefully trying to see what made the flash this time, but they could find nothing.
Finally, their desert came. They finished it all in silence, no doubt thinking about the flash.
"Good night, Conner." Kathy and Stephan said.
"Night." He replied back, walking to his room and shutting the door behind him.
"What do you want to watch tonight?" Stephan asked.
Kathy slowly laid her pregnant body on the sofa. She rested her arms on her protruding belly. She watched as her husband flipped through the channels. He stopped on a movie called Rat Race. Kathy sighed loudly.
"Again? You just saw this movie last week!" She exclaimed.
Stephan grinned and ran his hand through this jet-black hair. "I can't help it. It's such a great movie."
"Whatever, Stephan. That's the last time I ever tell you just to pick out something." She laughed throwing a pillow at him
They finished watching the movie together and Stephan helped his pregnant wife off the couch. They walked (waddled) to the room, when Stephan stopped.
"You go on Sweety. I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay. Don't be long."
"Sure thing." He said, closing the bathroom door. He took his clothes off and threw them outside the door, like he always did.
Kathy went into the room, turning on the light. She sat down on their king sized bed. It was a beautiful bed. The frame was ivory, and all the rest of the bedspread was different shades of blue. Her favorite part was the cerulean comforter.
Kathy listened to the rain as she began to get into her pajamas. She stood up and opened the drawer of her ivory in table, pulled out her brush, and began to brush her long blonde hair.
For about 10 minutes there was nothing. Then suddenly, the lights went off and so did the alarm clock. Kathy smiled. Stephan must be finished. This was a record. That was too quick. She listened. No. The shower was still running
Her heart began to pound. "Stephan?" She whispered, turning around, only to face a large figure stalking toward her with something large in his hand.
She wanted to scream, but she was too petrified. She slowly backed up and turned to find something to hit this strange man with. Too late. The figure wrapped a long leather belt around her neck and tightened it.
Kathy choked. Her hand flew toward the belt. She scratched at it frantically to try and pull it away. She was loosing valuable time. She couldn't breathe. She was going to die. Subjects flashed through her mind as she helplessly struggled to live. Conner. Her baby girl. How could someone kill a pregnant lady?
The struggle weakened as Kathy began to slip away. Seconds later, she was dead. The killer let the belt loose from his grasp after he tied the long belt to the edge of the bed. Yes, it was a weird looking suicide scene…but it looked halfway convincing. The killer knew that the cops were not that stupid. They would know it was murder. But how would they know it was he…out of all people.
The killer went back to the light switches and turned them back on. Then he walked over to the window, opened it and began to crawl out. His foot collided with something small, but he ignored it. After he was out of the house, he tried to close the window with a small crowbar that he had. He closed it as much as he could and as quickly as he could. Then he disappeared out of view.
It's a jungle out there
Disorder and confusion everywhere.
And no one seems to care, but I do.
Hey! Who's in charge here?
It's a jungle out there
Poison in the very air we breathe.
You know it's in the water that we drink,
Well I do
It's amazing.
People think I'm crazy, cause I worry all the time
If you paid attention, you'd be worried too.
Your better pay attention, or this world we love so much
Might
Just
Kill
You.
I could be wrong now.
But I don't think so.
Cause it's a jungle out there…
It's a jungle out there.
A/N: I had to do that theme song. LOL. Please tell me what you think so far.